Sam Beam is a true gentle soul, a whisper in your ear; a soft, mellow voice and a gorgeous acoustic guitar. Words of hope and melancholy, of the beauty of simple things. So uplifting, yet so poignant. You finish an album with the thought "wow, we need more people like him"...
He has a new album out, called The Shepherd Dog, but I wanted to post the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of his, from the album Our Endless Numbered Days.
- Passing Afternoon -
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children until she lets them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall,
Blind as night that finds us all,
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the window closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone...
- Iron and Wine -
Go check him out! Lots of live music available for download!
(photo from the wonderful lyrics website www.alwaysontherun.net)